Sometimes I wonder how everything could have been, if everything would have happened in a different way. 
6th October 1994. In a subtle rumble, half of the Western hemisphere ceased to exist. And with it, peace. 
I was barely 7 yo when time stopped, and now 23 have passed. Maybe.
Sometimes I think that we'll soon be the last witnesses of what transpired, as the memories are threatened and fight everyday to survive. Just like we do.
We'll be the last ones who remember how it feels not to be scared. We'll be the last ones who touched the ground, us from the Upper Levs. How cold it is there now, like our hearts, but not like our furious spirits. 
I look at the city from up here, a colorful mass of toxic gases and Y Rays. Defenceless buildings are like mute, motionless people looking at each other at a party where fun is forbidden. 
All we've got are weak memories, doubts and radiation. 
My name? It doesn't matter anymore. Maybe I don't even remember it.
I am nobody. I am YsimoW.